"Sir?"
"Mr. Ukridge going away like this has left me in a most unpleasant
position. I would like to talk it over with you. I dare say you know
that we--that Mr. Ukridge owes a considerable amount of money
roundabout here to tradesmen?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, when they find out that he has--er--"
"Shot the moon, sir," suggested the hired retainer helpfully.
"Gone up to town," I said. "When they find that he has gone up to
town, they are likely to come bothering us a good deal."
"Yes, sir."
"I fancy that we shall have them all round here by the day after
to-morrow at the latest. Probably earlier. News of this sort always
spreads quickly. The point is, then, what are we to do?"
He propounded no scheme, but stood in an easy attitude of attention,
waiting for me to continue.